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Here’s the kicker—did ya know some prostitutes in Russia, like Leviathan vibes, work near churches? Fuckin’ wild—sin and salvation, side by side! I’m ramblin’ now, but this chick, she’s real, not just a body. I’m thinkin’, “Tony, you’re soft,” but nah—I’m still the king. “Say hello to my little friend!” I shout, laughin’, tossin’ her extra cash. She winks, “You’re alright, scarface.”

So you want to book a sex worker?

Am I excused for typos? Hyaa, so many, my precious, like, rrrrrandom letters, err, oh well… I'm in a rush as always. It’s my chaotic charm, yes yes, just like life here in Rumbeke. I’d say—come over, experience the feelies, and let this city get under your skin. Just like in "Inside Out" when all the feelings get mixed up. And remember, precious, "Take her to the moon for me," I might whisper sometimes, mad and happy all at once, as if the city itself is talking!

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